Thursday, January 13, 2011

long ass ride

I wish i could remember the year hell they all just seem to meld together at this point. My wife me my buddies Paul and Big Jim and the ole ladies they had in tow all went up to Laconia bike week but my bud Big Jim had a deal he couldnt pass up on a cabin he would rent and split the bill with all of us up in Lake Ossipee, i hope i spelled that right. It was a great place right on the water pretty much but the downside to the cabin was it was almost an hour out of the Weirs and up in the mountains. At first we didnt mind it was a sweet ride down the mountain and into town we all had a blast the first day but the second it started to catch up to us, the rain was non staop heavy and hard and when we contacted a bro who was in the Weirs he said we had to be bullshitting him it was sunnt no clouds. Apparently the friggin mountains had other ideas for us . We hooked up with a buddy of ours Sanchez or as we loved to call him FAT KID lol he wasnt fat it was just an odd nickname he got as a kid and it stuck. We all did our best with hefty bags to make makeshift rain gear and sanchez decided his head had to stay dry so he wrapped it around the brim of his scalp with duct tape and looked like an oil sheik riding down the mountain.The day went off famously as they say in the lifted pinkie crowds and we scooted back a little weary after a long day of everything but behaving. the next day was when it made us pay real hard, it was sleeting and it was sleeting hard . We had to make it into town because the big ass kick band skynrd was playing and we didnt wanna miss that shit. Halfway down the hill my bud paul pussed out and started whining "im wet im wet "so we found another bro with a cabin and stopped in to soak up the fireplace. My bud paul stood in front of the fire for an hour, and shivered and the sleet had now turned into hail the size of golf balls. Even my wife was trying to talk him and Big jim into the ride down we were halfway down and the hail would stop at some point if we headed into town but if we turned back we were gonna eat hail the whole way.My homeboys werent budging they wanted to head back and dry out  so i did the only thing i could and that was head back with them ( couldnt leave em fending for themselves) however we didnt get 5 minutes up the road and i snapped.They wanted to go 2 miles an hour in this hail because they were cold i had my wife on the back of my whip and i said to them" see you  in the garage" and opened it up.You can ride real slow and careful and it would be safer im sure but at 60 with my wife and all i was straight as an arrow and the hail doesnt hurt worse then ouch no matter what why prolong it. We got back to the cabin a half hour later and my bro's rolled in no kidding an hour after that.It was the end of the bike week as we knew it that year after that the discovery channel blew up and everything with billet was a "chopper" and anyone they featured was a "master builder". The place went from a party with good people to T-shirt week with weekend warriors and a death toll that kept on rising as more people who didnt ride normally were riding like cowboys and drinking to boot. To this day my wife is the onl 5 foot tal woman i have seen at the spoke make a 6 ft 7 dude move when she said" i need that barrell" and he said" find another "and she said" ok im puking now" and he hauled ass. good times were had by all including Paul who before he softened up actually asked a female NH statie to show him her tits...and then ran like a hooker in church. we did have a blast before the whole thing became american chopper friendly.To all my friends and family who were there and still go despite the new scene cheers, maybe the smoke out is better.I will never forget 450 pound Scotty throwing Mr Mowry in the lake or the Dude with one leg and no chest plate sleeping in the barkoounger and having a night terror and beating the shit out of the reading lamp that was hanging over him while his chest was pounding in and out and his left legs nub was thumping.Or the same big dude Scotty throwing his wheelchair down the hill at the weirs . These are the memories you never lose and make you smile on bad days.Thank god for good times. Seems the older you get the longer it seems since you were that guy . 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

West Coast Choppers

So it is finally official that west coast choppers has shut its doors auctioned off a ton of the equiptment they bought back in the day and are now selling the buildings in Long Beach that they have made famous. Jesse James the man with the questionable namesake who founded it with his first of 3 ex wives  was the driving force and vision behind this endeavor that was ahead of the whole "choppers" curve, before the Discovery Channel decided to rape the industry and smear the name chopper with anything custom and with those two assclowns from Orange County Choppers.I thought when Billy Lane imploded that wow this is why Jesse distanced himself from all of the builder shows and the build off series , IT ALMOST SEEMED LIKE ONCE AGAIN HE WAS A STEP AHEAD AND COULD SEE THIS ALL FALLING DOWN LIKE A DECK OF CARDS SHAPED INTO A HOUSE ON A COFFEE TABLE....AHHHH COFFEE...SORRY BRAIN FART ANYWAY OPPS CAPS LOCK. so as i was saying Billy was a drinker and was always acting too cool for the room and finally ran shit out of luck and killed someone driving hme one day, truth be told this could happen to any of us as driving or even riding buzzed is not unusual in most circles , he is in prison for a few more years after wich time his company Choppers Inc. that he made famous will be about as dead as its website and while i think Billy is an amazing talent i wonder if he will be able to get back even some of the respect and recognition he had achieved within the industry, sad to see it go the way it did..Jesse kept on trucking along and i thought West Coast Choppers was the type of business with enough money enough apparel and enough of a name that it was established and never going anywhere. Then the earth shook as Jesse finally revealed he wasnt ahead of the curve at all but just damn lucky and hard working and finally one outweighed the other. his luck had run out like Billy's and he got caught screwing around on his 3rd wife actress Sandra Bullock, now i see why he was 2 times divorced i wonder if only the other times it wasnt as published because he had the money to keep it on the downlow while settling money between the others, but this time he screwed around on a beloved actress that had just won a fucking oscar. I wonder if while she was accepting the oscar he was thinking sitting there "wow im fucked" because he was.So in a panic unlike the jesse he always was he drops his entire life and all the people who depend on the jobs he supplied to run to texas to be close to the woman he was banging anything that would hold still on.

All of my heroes are now dead and the time has come for something new, i sold my last bike last winter...was i ahead of the curve or just fuckin lucky?Either way who knows time writes the history books actions rarely make up what realy happens. And no matter what all the builders are doing and what the Joe public is into i am gettin the itch again and thinkig an xs650 would scratch it nicely

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Pearl Jam - Throw Your Arms Around Me

Eddie Vedder

I was just listening to Eddie do a cover of hunters collectors son" throw your arms around me" and it got me to thinking about the stars lining up. The band Pearl Jam was actually never supposed to be and Eddie was never even the front man. Originally the entire band minus Eddie was called Mother Love Bone , but as most bands have a habit of having happen to them the lead singer, Andrew Wood who was a leading force in the band died only days before the release of the slated "big break" album "apple" came out diminishing any hopes of the breakout they had worked so hard for, Wood who had a history of drug addiction had overdosed on heroin and was in a coma for a few days before succuming to his addiction.The remaining band members led by Gossard and Ament went to Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell who would later also front Audioslave and asked if he would be interested in recording a single containing 2 songs written in tribute to the late Wood.The single became an album and the mini super group would take the name Temple Of The Dog , they found Eddie Vedder thru Red Hot Chili Peppers drummer Jack Irons who gave Eddie  a tape of a band looking for a lead singer while eddie was pumping gas in seattle, and before long he sang on Hunger Strike on the temple of the dog album, he got along so well with the band Pearl Jam would soon be formed. the band Mother Love Bone had a demo tape sent to them by Eddie with 3 songs about a serial killer imprisoned and sentenced to death the three songs were "alive" "once" and "footsteps" the songs have found different meaning over the years but the beginnings of them stemmed from Eddie's realization that his father wasnt who he thought and his real father had actually died and had once met him without eddie even knowing who he was. The band impressed with what was on these tapes were in and the rest is history.When i hear eddie singing even a cover , the song takes a new form or shape, sometimes stars line up and i think of all the people i have met in my life doing just rudimentary jobs just paying bills trying to get by and they could very well be holding something back or not getting the chance to release it. Eddie was working at a gas station and probably looked down upon by people as an attendant i know i was every time i had jobs of this nature, sometimes you never know who you are buying a coffee from or getting gas from,sometimes the lightning never gets in the bottle and sometimes the stars do line up, i am grateful they did at least once.long live Eddie